Some passages from this slim volume might lead folks to believe that Rupert Wondolowski is the Charles Bukowski of Baltimore. Old hobos, eggplant-hurling arabbers, and aerosol-huffing-two-by-four-waving locals tend to populate his poems, which can be a mass of muss and ruin. But Wondolowski, longtime editor of The Shattered Wig Review, avoids getting bogged down in the muck of misfortune by casting sidelong glances at the culture around him and stepping spiritedly through its wreckage. . . .Thanks to reviewer John Lewis for the attention and writing about not just the book but the ideas in its pages.
I hope the books arrive from the printer in time to fulfill all the orders that are surely soon to come in. Crap, I'm probably going to have to use Amazon.
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Rupert Wondolowski is the Charles Bukowski of Baltimore--that's a great pull quote.
Just use amazon and relax.
Are my whinings about Amazon getting annoying? I guess that's possible. But if I can change just one life by all this whining it'll be worth it.
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